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Dinner
I jumped a bit as the clock struck five at that moment. Thomas turned towards the sound vaguely.
"Five already? Huh, time does fly. We have to meet with the cleaning supervisors in an hour. Inspection can take a while so we'd better get started now if we want to finish on time. Shall we begin with the upstairs bedrooms?" He suggested.
I nodded and followed after him. Our "inspection" of the rooms was pretty standard. That being said, checking them was nothing short of torture. I actually lost count of how many rooms we went to. Since they were “guest” rooms, their layouts were all pretty similar, but that didn’t stop Thomas from inspecting each one as thoroughly as if it was the first. Bedroom, bathroom, closet, windows, floor. Again and again and again. It felt endless.
The living room was a welco
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